This is a song about "Thugs in the hood be good"

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Its either life or the hood, choose whats right and good, and your family's first success son.

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood